For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
 William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 1 (1597). copy citation

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Author William Shakespeare
Source Henry IV, Part 1
Topic flower youth waste
Date 1597
Language English
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“For Gods sake Lords, conuey my trustfull Queen,
For teares doe stop the floud-gates of her eyes Hostesse. O rare, he doth it as like one of these harlotry
Players, as euer I see Falst. Peace good Pint-pot, peace good Tickle-braine. Harry, I doe not onely maruell where thou spendest thy time; but also, how thou art accompanied: For though the Camomile, the more it is troden, the faster it growes; yet Youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it weares. Thou art my Sonne: I haue partly thy Mothers Word, partly my Opinion; but chiefely, a villanous tricke of thine Eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether Lippe, that doth warrant me. If then thou be Sonne to mee, heere lyeth the point: why, being Sonne to me, art thou so poynted at?” source

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